We went out for a morning walk around our home. Our home was situated in the middle of a tea plantation. There was a small garden and some woods separating our home from the plantation.
We came back home for lunch and after that, we drove to a nearby village, Vattavada. Aisha slept
throughout the journey. At the top of the hill was a small town and beneath it
were fields of strawberries, carrots and other fruits and vegetables. It was the planting season. We descended down the road and stopped beneath the hills. We
were watching the beautiful scenery when we saw an old lady coming towards us.
She was carrying Acacia tree trunks on her head. When she reached near our vehicle, she said something
to us – don’t know if it was their tribal language or Tamil. She repeated, but
we were not getting her. Then she spoke using the global language, actions. She
patted her stomach and acted like eating. She meant she was hungry. We gave her
a packet of biscuit we had. She said something, may be she was thanking us, and
walked away. A few minutes later, on our way back, we saw her ascending the
hill with the load on her head. I was surprised. Walking up the steep hill
empty handed would have made us very tired, but this old lady, in her eighties
or nineties, was climbing with a load of wood on her head! It was really a
lesson learned.
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